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Bononia was the start

There’s a plain ahead to loot

Etruscans are divided

The league is weak

Belonos blesses our raid

In this land of the sun

The cities fear the tribe

They fall one by one

Nights following days

Of merciless slain

Pain harvested like grain

Shining gold we gain

Corpses fertilize the soil

In an endless coil of useless spoils

Coldest blood through our veins

Conquering the plain

 

We bring a cruel storm

Not made of bolts but iron axes

There is no shelter no ratline

But only fierce massacre

A dreadful fate arrives

The etruscan league demise

The cities fear the tribe

They fall one by one

Corpses fertilize the soil

In an endless coil of useless spoils

Coldest blood through our veins

Conquering the plain